It Hurts It hurts to break a heart. To not fucking partake and be apart. In part it's time to wake. Time to put in overtime in the booth. To spit a dime at a time and tell the truth. Me and my father we both lost a tooth. Our relationship is bitter sweet like vermouth. To tell you the truth I don't want to be around him. I'll go round with him. You think that's a myth on a fucking whim? It isn't and that's bad. Won't be around family and that's fucking sad. We're losing our fucking sanity to add. The way things are going makes me go "egad". Knowing that it hurts.